Barney, We Hardly Knew Ye

We had a sad day a couple of weeks ago when one of the coon dogs, Barney, passed away.  We aren’t sure what happened because his condition deteriorated so quickly.  He acted sick one day, started on antibiotics the next day, and died the third day.  He was a sweet dog but not one I was particularly attached to partly because he was usually in a pen and partly because he’d been with us just a little over a year.  Quite honestly with 10 other dogs available for companionship, I don’t think he would have been missed, but I will never know for sure because John had replaced him with Hatchet in less than 48 hours.

Hatchet is with us on a trial basis, and from what I’ve seen so far, he doesn’t have much of a chance of making the cut.  To carve out a niche in our pack, you have to have longevity (Champ and Sis), be very good at what you do (Jack, Susie, and Tuffy), possess enormous, undeveloped potential (Razor and Nicki), or be incredibly cute (3 puppies).  Hatchet possesses none of these qualities.  Besides, with names like Razor and Hatchet in the mix, I’m afraid John will feel compelled to name the puppies Machete, Slingblade, and Swiss Army Knife.

Hatchet’s month with us will be up soon so he will go back home, and at that point Nicki will be able to hunt again, the puppies (at least 2 of them) will be at their new homes, and we will be back to 8 dogs.  At least that’s the plan.  We just have to decide which puppy we want to keep.  I hope it’s Slingblade!

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